We Got Soaked


The pond sizzled

as cold rain slats drizzled

down from the heavens.

It metamorphosed

from mirror to cheese grater,

and as the wind whistled

today into tomorrow

winter sliced our soft bones.

We were fair drookit

as wetness clung

and dampness seeped into

our accepting souls,

the Higgs-Bison seeds

of small Scottish rain though

imperceptibly sunk our spirits.

Our wetness melded,

not knowing where we stopped

and the weather began.

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s